WHEN the heart is bleeding
and all joy within you
dies — lies
and all the memories
of future sides with
the one who loves
your mind: don’t you want
someone to love you?
somebody to love
your lips baby
say, ‘i don’t want somebody
who loves my body just my
heart’ hurt…blood
AND the dawn comes around
and your man is dead
don’t you want somebody
to love/need someone to
love — your hands in your
head grabbing romance
saying, ‘i don’t want
somebody who loves my
body just my heart’
and your friends laugh
saying somebody loves you
for a fuck and that’s all
then skies split apart
bleeding my own heart
believing i loved

:: 09-10-2015 ::

where the wax burned between my
twixing warbled-throated feeling
saw/did you? The veil of
unIMAGINABLE gently flowing river
of this EVEN LIFE amist
confusion/even\ HORROR
and my vacation from LIFE cut short
by editors of POETRY within prestigious
halls of webs and faulty reason:
reason? Simply not just living
not just living! Those who like
preachers make money selling God/
and poets — so many! Sell their
souls for their reasons! Namely
fame in popular venues like whores
and giglos who spread their life
ashore ship wrecks on shores —
after thunderous forociously weather
— hearts/ to be true to one’s
self and speak with sharp and polite
reason is the word we wish!
RARITY!

:: 09-10-2015 ::